There once was a writer named Stone
Who tried writing on his smart phone.
It started off fine
But then he got behind:
All the apps wouldn’t leave him alone.
There once was a writer named Stone
Who tried writing on his smart phone.
It started off fine
But then he got behind:
All the apps wouldn’t leave him alone.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
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